foxy you are when you’re pissed off?”
Reagan’s mouth pulled tight...right over the smile she was trying so hard to keep off her face. “Shut up and leave, will ya?”
Eric’s lips twitched and he leaned closer. God, she was so damn cute. “Please don’t screw up the ingredients.”
“Out!” Reagan barked.
Scooting past her, he stepped outside, and with a final glance over his shoulder, stared at his new neighbor. His old childhood pal.
The hot girl he was determined to make laugh.
Eric stopped at Jep’s truck and glanced over his shoulder, staring at the Quinns’ river house. A slow smile tipped his lips upward. “See ya tonight, Reagan Rose!”
When she didn’t answer, he merely chuckled, put the old truck into Reverse and headed home.
* * *
APPARENTLY, REAGAN DIDN’T know the force she was up against. Yeah, flirting was his character, and all along he’d been telling himself he was just helping out an old childhood pal.
But was he really?
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